A/N: Well, hello there all! In the middle of playing music for a musical! Because what else do I do with my life? Anyway, I intend (here's hoping) for there to be another Memorial Day update tonight. Hope that works out. I'll be updating Memorial Day every At Peace update and on weekends whenever possible, just for it to be finished by the due date. Wish me luck!
Little poll up that I came up with out of curiosity. :D
Thanks Xros Hero for the review. Well, you see, I agree with that, but I don't. Well, we'll see. Goodbye for now! Enjoy!
XI. Servitude
"These cuffs burn at my wrists."
"Why are they not dead?"
"Hmm?"
Perhaps Bagramon was less capable of patience than he thought.
"The children. I threw them into that little gap for you to play with." He sat back on the ornate throne, looking at the cave-like ceiling with feigned interest. "You even made them a pen to play in. Are you not bored?"
"You've sat on a throne too long," Taiki mused, peaceful smile almost widening and splitting his cheeks like knives. Bagramon, if he had eyebrows, would have quirked one. Instead, he rested his cheek on his gloved, real arm and smiled.
The fallen angel's curiosity, as it so rarely could be, was horribly piqued. This human was the one who had almost frightened him before. He was such an intriguing child, broken or not. "How so, boy?" It would almost be a sin in his new world to call him by name. He too, was only temporary.
"Hmm, hmm…" The boy hummed his amusing little ditty once more before he answered. "You've forgotten how interesting of a game it is to let people create their own ending. You don't trust them to bring the game to its satisfying conclusion."
Bagramon's frown deepened. "Get out."
Taiki raised an eyebrow before bowing delicately. "Seems I've offended you. Ta then." He exited the room, mentally chuckling to himself. Even a fallen to hell could be harmed by words.
Inside, the emperor glared at the air only meters where the boy had been standing before. That voice, undeniably strong and burning with resolve, came back to him. It returned in a place it should not have been able to reach.
"See, I knew it! You don't trust anyone. You don't believe in anyone. What kind of king is that? Don't worry though: the one who will become the Digimon King… is me!"
Nothing to be done on that. The fool, Shoutmon, was dead. The rest would soon be, once playtime ended.
